Sweet Virginia Rose

Sweet Virginia Rose, with lips like your name, and hips (Oh, I miss those hips!) like hills beneath sheets, a landscape of boyhood dreams, what sorrow, what pain, what terrible thing could have driven you to this? "Love: I'm sorry. -Rose"

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